Musings

Night Thoughts

Night Thoughts

The other day a friend called to tell us of the death of a mutual acquaintance, and that night I had difficulty sleeping. Over the past year a number of close friends have passed away, and each time my mind rebels at accepting the fact of their disappearance. This...

A Pretty Good Life

A Pretty Good Life

At a recent family get-together, talk turned to memories of Dad. As usual, the memories proved refreshing, and made us measure our own lives against the long arc of his. Pops made it to the age of 91 and died in the spring of 2002. Had he lived until August of that...

Unbroken Circle

Unbroken Circle

For the past couple of months my wife and I were in Florida, soaking up sunshine and orange juice and good cheer. We walked a mile or two each day, swam around in the pool every afternoon, and worked at trying to learn the names of various trees and flowers and birds....

Ernie’s Place

Ernie’s Place

One of the joys of being a writer is to visit places that link you to the work of other scribblers. Over the years I've met and conversed with several well-known Midwestern writers, and toured the homes of a few who are no longer with us. But for me the twin high...

Some Thoughts About Writing

Some Thoughts About Writing

Every now and again you come upon a quote that resonates with you. Over the years I’ve taken to writing them down, to revisit them for inspiration or just chuckles. Here are a few of my favorites. “He asked, ‘What makes a man a writer?’ “Well,’ I said, ‘it’s simple....

High-Tech Blues

High-Tech Blues

Many years ago, on a Monday night, shortly after borrowing money from our local bank to buy a nice new state-of-the-art electronic typewriter, I sat down to write a Cracker Barrel column. I flipped on the power switch, fed a sheet of paper in the sleek, space-age...

Surviving Winter

Surviving Winter

Every year about this time, along with most everyone else here in the great north woods, I get royally sick of winter. Over the years I’ve tried to figure out just where the irritation comes from. I know it’s not just snow. The view out the window is beautiful....

Remembering

Remembering

For much of the past two years, I’ve been working on writing a memoir about boyhood. The work has not proceeded smoothly, but rather by fits and starts. A scene here, a character there, now and then a recollected incident, followed by a week or two of maddening...

Beginners’ Luck

Beginners’ Luck

 “The image of the spiritual founding of America that generations of Americans have grown up with was created, oddly enough, by a poet who lived two centuries after the event in a country three thousand miles away. Her name was Felicia Dorothea Hemans and she was not...

Why Books?

Why Books?

“What, exactly, is the point of reading, especially if it’s fiction?” A friend asked the question, and it got me to wondering. Why do some of us elect to spend thousands of hours of our admittedly short lives with our noses buried in books? What real gain is made by...

Reading Season

Reading Season

 It’s that time of year again: reading season. A splendid opportunity is banging at the storm door. You can, of course, read anything you want to, year around. But there’s something about shivery winter nights that makes the prospect of curling up with a book extra...

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